A Tribute To The City That Made Me Poem by Bernard Onoja

Once a peaceful city,
haven for tourists,
lovers of nature and its ambience.
The plateau, its rocks, the cold weather and the good people.

What really happened to you?
The attractions of the butterfly are beclouded by fog.
Why the tears when the celebration is here?
People staying awake and living in perpetual fear.

Here they come again!
Brandishing weapons of offence,
maiming and killing innocent citizens,
as impunity pervades the land

Whose load do you carry?
Perpetrators of these dastardly acts of foolishness.
Wait, think twice,
for there is room to accommodate all

What is your gain, hungry merchants of death?
A chicken brooding over the eggs of an ostrich.
In vain your reward shall come.

We cannot unite there for now,
drinkers from her fountains of knowledge.
Or we would be dancing to the beats,
beats of an unknown drum